I’m a closet lard eater. I learned early on that it’s not wise to bring it up in conversation. I can defend the innocent monounsaturated vitamin D source as “just like olive oil but better.” Yet, this never goes over well and we descend into a whirlwind of saturated fat is bad m’kay. Pork fat [...]
Archive for August, 2011
We have these walkie-talkie dealios that Brent and I use to communicate with each other. In France they call them “talkie-walkies,” which is very French and oddly cool. Brent had Kevin check the fence we were about to move the girls into. There was a huge break the length of four or five posts. We’ve [...]
This week on As The Peep Turns … Broody, the youngest white Sussex, has completed what she set out to do. The chicks are old enough to fight for their very own right to party. She hung out with them to keep their spirits high, but she knew her job here was done. When the [...]
Kevin is working …. I mean visiting! The kids are having a lot of fun showing Kevin the new stuff on the farm. Kevin at last got to meet Kevin ( the cockerel ). We’ll have to get a snap of them together I think. Kevin emerged from a jet lagged fog and ran over [...]
I used to watch a lot of horror flicks as a teen. As you do. I’m not sure why they were appealing. No doubt peer pressure and group think were major contributors. Friday the 13th, Chucky, Freddie, Gourmet Zombie Chef From Hell. I tried to stick to the classics. But I haven’t thought about that [...]
Another Year, Another Big Zucchini
Posted: August 15, 2011 in UncategorizedTags: family, farming, food, france
I did my best to grow things this year. Our biggest crop was little Zélie. Beyond that, I stuck crap in the ground and walked away. Next year, I hope to do a little better. Thankfully, vegetables have a way of finding you. The secret to a successful summer vegetable harvest is popping over for [...]
When life gives you bacon and white bread, make a Bacon Butty! I had NEVER heard of such a creation. I seem to remember Brent’s childish, cheeky smile when he spoke of a “chip butty.” Of course the whole time I’m thinking he said “chip buddy.” What’s all this about a butty? or a “sarnie?” [...]
We have a slave … blah! I mean teenager visiting us. She’s been helping out tremendously. The kids think she’s pretty swell. Lucy has aged at least six years to keep up. Last night the kids kicked us out of the kitchen and made dinner. I sat sipping wine reading the Economist. Zélie set off [...]
